The Mystery of the White House

12.

" Yes... Astaghfirullahhaladzim.. tomb??" peekik Aisha.

" Why am I here. I'm stuck. Hix... Father, Mother. Are you safe?" lirih Aisyah with tears.

The night is getting late, in the area of his village is indeed the night air is very piercing. Aisha, who was currently only able to contemplate and recite with many tears, asked for the pardon of the Khaliq.

Suddenly, a white shadow passed before his eyes. Aisyah choked at seeing that. He then looked back and forth looking for that white shadow.

His eyes pierced the darkness of the night. Armed only with a dim light - dimly she searched for it. By always calling God's asthma he prayed.

Until he finally got tired and fell asleep. Hinga sounding sayup - sayup voice adzan. Aisyah immediately got up and looked for the bathroom.

He watched the room very closely. The room was clean and very neat. There was no dust at all.

Is there a bathroom in this room? He kept looking. Finally there was a door in the room. This is probably the bathroom door, he thought. And right, it's the bathroom.

But the water did not come out because it was dry. Whether it was deliberately switched off or not, it was none of his business. Aisyah then ventured out of the room. It was locked from the outside. Aisyah finally prays with berpayamum. And he used a blanket to cover his aura and immediately faced the Divine Rabbi.

After the dawn prayer he walked to the edge of the bed. Old model beds, perhaps more precisely models of antiquity. Beside him was a nightstand whose model was also ancient. Aisha tried to open it and she found a small Quran.

" Subhanallah" he said.

His heart was relieved, like finding a precious piece of gold. He then opened up sheet by sheet to read it. Not too loudly he read the holy verse of the Koran. Sayu - sayu sounds melodious.

After facing the Khaliq, sayup - sayup he dhikr and pray. Until the morning, the sunlight began to appear on the surface. Showing the beautiful light. Light up the whole earth.

Outside Aisyah's room..

" Hhhhhrrrrrr, who read that???" yelling booming voice.

" Anu. anu. den. the girl" Grandpa said.

" Hey, Darman... Get rid of him!! I don't like !!" yell that voice.

" Punn Den. geez.." please forgive Darman.

Darman then goes to the kitchen asking Saroh to go to the woman's room. Saroh is Darman's wife. He also served the master.

" Mommy, upstairs. The woman read the Holy Quran. Aden was angry" said Darman.

Yeah, that house is actually an inhabited house. Deliberately give the impression of horror and haunted so that no one can reach the existence of the occupant.

Darman worked in that house for over thirty years. He served in the house with his wife. Every day his life is restricted.

For daily needs, Saroh delivered her husband to the market across the village with a car owned by Adennya. So that the villagers do not see it and return before the villagers are active.

Ravendra, the name of the owner of the house. He never showed himself. He doesn't even like other people in his house.

For some reason when Aisyah entered this house she had no rejection. It's just that he hates it if anyone prays and worships his God in front of him, or he hears it.

" Aden's? A lady? " ask Saroh confused.

" Last night, there was a village girl hugging from the pursuit of residents. Something happened to that girl. Her clothes are tattered camping as well mak. Let's see mom, pity too. Aden now even tell his father to ngusir him" explained Darman.

" girl? Den vendra didn't drive out? isn't he against humans besides us?" saroh.

Mas Saroh then up to make sure the owner of the voice. He looked at the beautiful girl, with her long straight hair unraveling. The white body is as white as cotton. Her face is beautiful like an Asian woman in general.

*checklist

checkrek*

The sound of the door lock was clearly heard. Aisha who was very frightened could only pray. It doesn't feel like it escaped her tears.

" Cah ayu" said Mbok Saroh.

Aisyah did not reply she noticed the middle-aged woman. Viewed from top to bottom. He looked at the middle-aged woman's feet. Turns out to be ground. It's not a ghost, is it.

" Cah ayu, come here" said Mak Saroh.

" Nhave nothing to fear. Comeoverhere. I guess humans are just like you" said Mak Saroh.

Doubtfully Aisyah walked towards where Mak Saroh was headed. Makasaroh is in a chair in front of the bed. Actually the house was precisely said to be a palace. Because all the furniture is very nice and well maintained. It is very different from the appearance of this house.

" Nduk, cah ayu..why did you get into this house?" ask Mak Saroh softly.

" Se. se. se.truly" said Aisyah lirih.

" You know what, the consequences would be if you walked into this house?" ask Mak Saroh.

" Yes mak" replied Aisha.

" I'm sincere if it is me who will be the growth" said Aisyah later.

Mak Saroh was shocked. But he hurriedly changed his face as flat as possible. She had thought of her husband who had said no - not to this girl.

Wanna laugh? sure is. Mak Saroh habya could resist that laugh.

" Mother.. actually." said Aisyah Iirih will explain.

" My name is Saroh. Just call Mak Saroh your name who is cah ayu?" ask Mak Saroh.

" My name is Aisyah mak. I actually came here too, very forced. I ran away in pursuit of the temple and the men of the Gandi dragon" said Mak Saroh.

Actually Mak Saroh never knew who the master of Gandi and how it looks. All he knew of his master, Ravendra told of a gadia whom he had seen at the end of a window watching the village scene.

" And..?" ask Mak Saroh.

" Juragan Gandi forced his will . He forced me to marry him. But I refused it. And he burned my house down. My parents also burned to the ground by the fire. I'm the one who wants to help both my parents get dragged and will be raped by the gandi. Hicks.." Aisyah told me with a sniffle - sedu.

" I ran away aimlessly. Until I finally entered this house, chances are they will not dare to enter to check into this house. Because of the rumors that are circulating in our village. This house is haunted and haunted" Aisyah explained.

" You think?" ask Mak Saroh.

" This house is very neatly arranged, and like well-maintained. Not haunted. But are there really creepy creatures in this house? Her voice boomed. She is very scary" said Aisyah in fear.

Mak Saroh just smiled at Aisyah's words. He was just weird about the crime. He let this girl in but she acted like a creepy ghost.